“Obviously, you explain and apologize to Rayna, Tinley, Kyler, and Josh.”
The ball in my stomach instantly doubled in size. “They won’t forgive me.”
“Maybe not right away, but coupled with the rest of your punishment, it will give them a better idea of what a repentant little girl you are.”
“Little girl,” I whispered. He reached out and steadied my wiggly fingers with his hand.
“There are multiple ways for a little girl to be punished, and the best part of punishment is that when it’s over, all is forgiven.” He squeezed my hand. “What do you think about that?”
“You want to punish me like a little?”
“I know it’s not conventional.”
“Or appropriate in the workplace.” I looked toward the door, wondering why my legs weren’t itching to bolt.
“True, but like I said, I made up this job for you. I make the rules.” His voice had shifted, dropping into a tone that was pure Dom, and my insides clenched in response. Was I really considering this? I barely knew him.
My hands covered my face. My cheeks were giving me away. I didn’t hate the idea, but it was nuts, right? It was highly inappropriate for a boss to reprimand an employee in this manner. I nodded my head ever so slightly.
I opened my mouth to answer him.
“Wait.” He held his hand up. “This is not something I want you to decide immediately. I want you to think about it. Go back to your room, relax. Then, if you want to submit to my punishment, meet me at Quad IV at ten thirty.”
CHAPTER 22
PATRICK
Submit.
The way her throat hitched and her face flushed went straight to my cock. She was right; it was highly inappropriate. I may be manipulating the rules a bit, but I didn’t care. I wanted Kylie, and she wanted to forgive herself. And maybe when all this was done, she'd discover she wanted me too.
“If I don’t . . .submit, then what?”
I shrugged. “You’re still on probation. We part ways. No harm no foul.” I stood, unable to watch her consider walking away from me. “You can move out of the employee apartment tomorrow. Go back to your life. Of course, the NDA still applies.”
I walked behind my desk, adjusting everything that was already in perfect alignment. “I hope you continue to pursue your work in helping people.” I caught her eye. “You are very good at it.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” I tapped on my phone. “Why don’t you head back to your room? You have a decision to make.”
“Okay.” She stood, smoothed down her shirt, and walked out of my office. I waited a good five minutes before my legs gave out and I collapsed into the chair, wondering if I'd made the right decision or the biggest mistake of my life.
The troops ralliedforLittle's Night at Quad IV.
The place was chaotic when I arrived around nine-thirty. Littles ran around, playing with the staff and each other. Staff set up stations for the littles with different activities. From the decor, there was no mistaking I had stumbled into the Emerald City. Gleaming green lights and images of flying monkeys in tuxedos soared across the walls. The chairs were ensconced in green velvet, and tables constructed out of green glass with a light embedded in the pillar made them look like they were glowing. The littles dressed more formally, but on theme in emerald dresses for the girls and suits or shirts and slacks with suspenders for the boys.
It was a little’s paradise.
“Hey Pat.” Chandler approached with two littles in tow, tugging on his belt loops. They bumped into the back of him when he stopped. “Littles, please. Control yourselves.” He boasted in a mocking voice. They exploded into giggles. Chandler pushed his blond hair out of his eyes. His black suit with a slim green leather tie was his contribution to staying on theme. I didn’t have the same enthusiasm, opting for a pair of grey slacks and a white button-down.
“You have your hands full.” I nodded to the two littles jockeying for position to get closer to Chandler.
“Yeah, I love littles’ weekends.” He chuckled. “You fix your problem?”
“Working on it.” I rubbed the back of my head. “I’ll let you know how it goes.”
“I am curious.”
